Morning Coffee

By Ta-Nehisi Coates

Metric, Metric, Metric. As always I love the air in these lyrics:

The doctor, the writer, the hairdresser,

Felt up and fingerprinted waiting for the train.

There really is so much room in the song for your own interpretation, and more, for your own feelings. The song channels what you want it to. Part of that isn't even the words themselves but how they fall upon each other. And of course the music. For vets, here's Metric unraveling the song a bit.